رَثى لهُ مِمَّا به ما بِهِ

رَثى لهُ مِمَّا به ما بِهِ

صبٌّ غدا صبّاً بأَوصابِهِ

صبٌّ غدا صبّاً بأَوصابِهِ

His suffering pitied him for what he suffered—

He mourned him, though why should he mourn

A lover now enamored of his afflictions.

A youth who died still in the flower of his youth?

مَيْتٌ يُرى حَيّاً ولكِنَّهُ

مَيْتٌ يُرى حَيّاً ولكِنَّهُ

تُرْبَتُهُ ما بين أَثوابِهِ

تُرْبَتُهُ ما بين أَثوابِهِ

A dead man seen as living, and yet

He seems alive, though dead and gone;

His grave is within his garments.

For his dust is scattered ‘twixt his garments’ folds.

أيُّ حياةٍ لامرئٍ قد بُلي

أيُّ حياةٍ لامرئٍ قد بُلي

بالقُرب من فُرقة أحبابِهِ

بالقُرب من فُرقة أحبابِهِ

What life is there for a man already afflicted

What life can be there for a man Who finds himself

With the nearness of parting from his loved ones?

Parted from all his loved ones and his friends?